Since the truck's being worked on, I had to ferry the wife to and from work today.

Which included helping haul boxes down stairs, because power was off and the elevator wasn't working.

But the high point of the drive?

Telling her I had to remember, when I brought her back to work after lunch, to go check a pile of shit.

Yes, literally.

Such is the life of a wildlife biologist.

Such is the life of a biologist's wife that she didn't even blink.